Attending the ACPT for the first time in 1982 as a high-school senior, I picked up my first minisample, eventually leading to my joining in September 1983. After a year, I entered into a dormancy rivaled maybe only by Rip Van Winkle. In November 2002, Vebrile - whom I met over our common ardor for board games at a Boston-area Unity Games event - and his wife ¢ awakened me from my slumber.

… the reading of the rubric (see rebus) ___et that could transform both my given & family names to false diminutives. If I can ever access that part of the brain that constructs - complementing the part that gleefully monopolizes my time solving - long enough to get my mind around this (let alone title it), I know there's a flat in there somewhere.